Okay, stars ran into Mars
Who brought light to the barren
Red; what released springs above
And sparkling twilight granted
Deep furrows cultivated
By sky-bound ethereal
Faces, smiling, sowing
Seeds of the moon and gentle
Green of light's reflection.
Pain bursting from the scarred
Red; what strange fear of good well-
Doing- when light is again
An omnipresent haunting.
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